Solitude doesn't mean loneliness to me. It is something craved - because a mind never seems still, nor the body. Even when at rest there is always some movement, some thought that means almost constant alertness or tension that never quite relinquishes it's grip.
I'm thinking of that desire, a yearning wish: your mind singing out for the moment when it can release all the thoughts, memories, the hurts and confusions and for a while just tick over, like a clock in an empty room. Your body longs for a moment when your hands are at rest and your muscles melt into soft grass and feel the sun ooze onto your flesh or wind whip your flesh into a natural flush. When the crushing talons of life release you for just a short while and you forgot to think. That is what I long for. Not love, not excitement, not adventure. Just peace.
Time up
Inspiration today was the prospect of a retreat. Merely the idea of what it could be like.
I'm thinking of that desire, a yearning wish: your mind singing out for the moment when it can release all the thoughts, memories, the hurts and confusions and for a while just tick over, like a clock in an empty room. Your body longs for a moment when your hands are at rest and your muscles melt into soft grass and feel the sun ooze onto your flesh or wind whip your flesh into a natural flush. When the crushing talons of life release you for just a short while and you forgot to think. That is what I long for. Not love, not excitement, not adventure. Just peace.
Time up
Inspiration today was the prospect of a retreat. Merely the idea of what it could be like.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.